Chapter 820

The entrance of the land of the yellow spring is above the South China Sea.

Why is it above the South China Sea.

South of the South China Sea, it is extremely cloudy, so it is a place of death.

The heavier the breath of the land of death, the closer it is to the earth, and the yellow spring is in the earth.

Situ Mo catches up with fanyinqing and the three elders, both of whom are waiting for situ mo.

The three elders pointed to the red clouds in the sky, which seemed like streamers moving towards the South China Sea.

Obviously, he is also a martial saint.

"It seems that this trip to the South China Sea must be very lively."

"Indeed."

"Look at those people who are surrounded by immortality."

The three elders pointed to other people.

"People who come down from the fairyland will have immortal Qi in their bodies when they practice martial arts. These people should be one of some people."

"But it should not have come down from the broken tianwu entrance a few days ago. These are holy places."

Situ Mo had guessed that these people should be from Fuxi holy land and Nuwa holy land.

However, at this time, in the void, a flying warship appeared impressively, its whole body was like divine gold pouring, and a faint divine power came from it.

On the splint of the warship stood several young men, including men and women, who were full of a breath of arrogance.

"Speak of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives." No, the people from the fairyland are coming.

Situ Mo glanced at the people on the warship. The strength of those teenagers was the peak of wusheng.

"How strong!" He has never said anything. His Sanskrit voice is clear and his face is dignified.

On the warship, a young man in a fiery red robe also had a burning flame in his eyebrows. He practiced the method of the God of fire and was called the little god of fire.

Among this group of young people, he is also famous.

"I can feel that one of the following three people is very strong."

"Is it strong?" A young man with a long sword disdained, "I'll kill one."

The big sword behind him sounded like excitement or going out of his body at any time. The cold murderous spirit turned into purple fog and wound around his body.

It's hard to imagine how many creatures he killed to condense the murderous spirit to this extent.

"But it's the ordinary friars of the lower level in the tianwu world who say that the aborigines praise them too much, that is, the little god of fire. You can see it." A young man with a feather fan and a scarf mocked.

The little fire god snorted coldly, "Feng Xiaotian, if you want to fight, I'll accompany you at any time. Others are afraid of your 3000 wind tunnel sword array, I'm not afraid."

At that time, a woman in the crowd stood up. Her identity was very special. She was the child of a big man in the fairy world.

More noble than their status.

"This time, our lower bound is to search for the top ten famous swords and the origin of the world. It's better not to make trouble here." Yun Xuan whispered.

Several people also agree with this statement, but others disdain it. Her special status does not mean that everyone is convinced of her.

"Let me say that since we have come to the lower world, the rules of the fairyland can't be used for the time being. If we kill several aborigines, we should take an examination of their strength."

The man with the big sword is on Linchuan road.

Linchuan didn't pay attention to this woman. He was born to kill and condensed his sword intention with murderous spirit.

The more murderous and pure, the more powerful his sword will be.

Linchuan looked at the old man sitting in front of the ship. The old man didn't say anything to stop him, so he was unscrupulous.

"My sword has never killed the aborigines in tianwu world. I'll cut you." The big sword behind Linchuan flew out.

The whole big sword showed its true face, up and down. There was a rotating eye at the handle of the sword, flashing a strange light. It was breathtaking just to look at it.

"Go." Linchuan's mind moved, and the whole sword went straight to situ Mo with a sky light.

"Demon sword, XiangLiu! When they were in the fairyland, they were famous. These three people are afraid to die. " Many people present mourned for situ Mo and them, with a contempt in their eyes.

Situ Mo felt it at the moment of Linchuan's sword.

But he didn't do it.

After all, fanyinqing has not derived divine consciousness, which is slower than situ Mo's reaction.

Seeing that the people on the warship shot at them, fanyinqing did not hesitate to burst out his own strength.

In the middle of wusheng, hundreds of auras rushed into the sky, and a light curtain blocked the falling sword.

However, fanyinqing's strength is relatively weak. It can't resist after only supporting for a moment.

Fanyinqing trembled violently, and situ Mo's aura wrapped her, so that she would not be hurt by the sword.

The three elders took action under the guidance of Ye Xiu. Now his cultivation is in the later stage of wusheng.

The three elders gathered a palm to block out the sky and the sun. Thousands of auras blocked out the sky and fought with that monstrous sword.

On the warship, many people had jokes on their faces.

"These Aborigines still have some strength." Someone laughed.

"Linchuan, you can't kill them with this sword."

"Look at me!" Another young man stood up. It was the man with feather fan and Lun scarf. He shook a folding fan in his hand and waved it gently, which was a sea of fire.

"These five bird fans are the innate spiritual feathers of Dacheng holy beast. If they dance at will, it is a towering flame."

"Among them, rosefinch Shenyan can burn heaven and earth. It's just a native of tianwu world. Under such power, all waiting for them is death."

In mid air.

The three elders frowned slightly, "these people deceive people too much."

The sea of fire all over the sky was pressed down. He couldn't stop it at all. It was the limit to stop the power of the sword just now.

There was a murderous opportunity in situ Mo's eyes. He didn't want to cause trouble, but some people wanted to find trouble, so he wouldn't bear it.

Xuanyuan sword in hand, a very fast sword Qi in the air, like cutting a hole in the sky, and the sword Qi runs 30000 miles.

The roaring sound tore not only the fire, but also the demon sword.

Both Linchuan and Yufan teenagers were surprised when the sword Qi was killed close to them.

There was a crack on the five bird fans in the hands of the feather fan boy. The demon sword flying backwards in Linchuan made his arm numb.

"What was that sword just now? Why does my sword feel a terrible smell? "

"That's the spirit of the emperor!"

"He uses Xuanyuan sword!" The old man who had not spoken opened his eyes. His eyes were like an abyss, deep, and a ray of light pierced into the hearts of the people like a sharp sword.

"Is it Xuanyuan sword?"

A group of people were very excited.